Merjacks Quotes & Sayings

He sensed between them an understanding too deep to articulate: the unspeakable knowledge that everything is lost. — Jennifer Egan

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart. — F Scott Fitzgerald

There are no mistakes and it's never boring on the edge of imagination, which is only pure spirit having a bit of fun. — Wavy Gravy

Few there are that will endure a true friend. — Henry George Bohn

Samuel, safety is my watchword. Rest assured that proper procedures will be followed at all times."
Skipper giggled. "Tell me, Mump. What ARE proper procedures exactly?"
"Simple," said Mump. "One: cause maximum chaos in the shortest possible time. Two: try not to get your head blown off. — Steve Voake

Sadness clings to you like a cat unwilling to release its claws, so you embrace it and stroke it until it is content to sleep in your heart, until awakened by a sound, a smell, or a memory...but it never leaves you. — D.S. Mixell

I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes. — Alice Hoffman

Seeing lesbian photography is just the tip of my radicalized clitoris. I have modeled for, commissioned, published, and fought for these pictures, and answered threats against them. I've seen the feminist movement bring these pictures to life, and I've seen that same movement try to suppress the liberating results. — Susie Bright

I'm telling you right now I could make him pop an aneurysm and no one would know. (Nero)
Doesn't that kind of murder bother you at all? (Alix)
Given everything people have done to me in my life, little girl, especially in my childhood when I was helpless against them, humanity is lucky I'm not on a perpetual killing spree. As for the Merjacks ... I owe them a debt that no amount of violence on my part will settle. So, no. Nothing about killing him would bother me. (Nero) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

The glorious quiet that filled the air as his broken bones healed and his torn skin closed, and he knew that God approved. — V.E Schwab

One reason I'm such a wayward prognosticator of rightwing trends is that I'm incapable of blacking out enough neural sectors to see the world through reptilian-brained eyes, a prerequisite for any true channeling of the mean resentments and implanted fears that drive hardcore conservatives. — James Wolcott

You're mine, mo duinne," he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. "Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no." I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper. "Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul." I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. "I mean to make ye call me 'Master,' Sassenach." His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. "I mean to make you mine. — Diana Gabaldon